I had just finished up my senior year in high school.
A bunch of friends and I had rented a house at the beach for a week, but on this night only four of us had stayed in: my girlfriend at the time, Kerri, her best friend Tara and my buddy Marc.
We were hanging out in the pool, getting more than a little bit tipsy on Coronas. Tara had been jokingly flirting all week with Marc, who had a girlfriend. At 19, Marc was a year older than us, and his girlfriend was from college, so we had never met her.
Tonight, Tara had turned her flirting into overdrive. She wore the skimpiest bikini - or at least the skimpiest one I had ever seen her wear. When I tell you her size-DD tits were spilling out the sides of those little triangles, I'm not exaggerating. And let's just say the bottom was so tiny that I now knew Tara shaved most, if not all, of her bush.
We played typical pool games throughout the evening. When we played chicken - with the girls battling each other from our shoulders - Tara made sure to lean over and "accidentally" mash her gigantic tits all over Marc's head a few times. Tara also confided to Kerri in the bathroom (Kerri, of course, whispered it to me right afterward) that she had made sure to grope Rob's dick through his suit a few times during volleyball.
Marc was a good sport. I had a feeling he even enjoyed it, as long as he could claim his innocence. But things got awkward when Tara took it to another level.
We were sitting on steps, taking a break from the games and swigging Coronas, when Tara said, in her best little-girl voice, "Marc, can I see your wang?"
"What? No!" Marc said with a nervous laugh.
"I just want to see it," Tara said. "You're always joking about how big it is."
"Tara, I have a girlfriend. You know that," he said.
But Tara ignored him, leaned over clumsily and grabbed at the waistband of his bathing suit. She got a quick glimpse at his dick, but Marc then jumped up and got out of the pool. Too nice to get angry, he just laughed and said, "OK, you know what, that's my cue to go to bed."
Marc went inside and locked himself in a room. Tara angrily went into the bathroom, and Kerri followed.
Kerri came back outside a few minutes later and said Tara was drunk and upset. Apparently Tara really thought she was going to seduce arc.
I couldn't blame her, actually. Tara was gorgeous. She had light-brown hair and a beautiful face with a cute, pointy nose and green eyes that you could stare into forever. She was about 5-foot-4, with a tiny little body to go with those giant tits. She worked out a ton to keep herself slim.
Kerri, who had auburn hair and an athletic body with apple-sized tits, slurred her words a little bit as she told me about Tara's condition. I could tell they were both sloshed, so I decided to try something.
"You know," I said, "We could try to cheer Tara up by showing her my dick."
Kerri laughed and said, "Shut up."
Oh well, I thought. It was worth a shot.
Tara came back outside, her eyes red from crying. She still looked incredible, though. I swore I could see the outline of her pussy lips through her wet bottoms.
"Sorry, guys," she said. "I'm just having a tough time getting over Richard." (Tara and Richard had broken up shortly before graduation since both were going to attend different colleges).
"Would it make you feel better to see Ryan's dick?" Kerri asked, leaving me dumbstruck.
Tara raised her eyebrows for a second, betraying her excitement before quickly recovering and nervously laughing. "Very funny," she said.
Kerri looked at her questioningly before saying, "Tara I was joking, but if it would make you feel better you actually can see it."
I felt my dick start to harden. Was this really happening? Kerri, my girlfriend of two years, was the only girl who had ever seen my dick, other than my mother when I was little.
There was silence for what seemed like eternity. Finally, Tara spoke up, her eyes now locked on the growing bulge in my swim trunks.
"Well, I wouldn't mind seeing it, I guess, if you wouldn't mind," she said.
"Nah, what the hell," Kerri said. "It can't hurt to look."
I almost asked why I got no say in this, but then I decided to just shut up and go with it.
"Ry, how should we do this?" Kerri asked. "Pull down the waistband or pull up the pant leg?"
Before I could answer, Tara said, "Pull down the waistband. I want to see the whole thing."
Well, that settled it. I nervously pulled down my swim trunks until my now-hard-on popped free. I sat there awkwardly as both girls stared at my seven inches. My dick was now throbbing, the purple head pulsating angrily.
Tara surprised us with what she did next. she reached over and grabbed the shaft.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Kerri said, but Tara proceeded to lift my dick up and pull my balls out from under the waistband.
"Relax," Tara said. "I just wanted to see the whole thing."
But Tara hadn't let go. Somehow, Kerri didn't notice that as she accepted Tara's explanation. Thank God for alcohol, I thought.
But then Tara, again, got too bold for her own good. She slowly started stroking my dick, and I felt the cum start to rise from my balls.
Before I could get there, though, Kerri realized what was going on and put a stop to it. She grabbed Tara's arm, then tucked my dick back inside my swim trunks.
"That's enough, guys," she said nervously. "Tara, maybe you should go to bed."
Tara got up with a sad look on her face and walked inside. Her bikini bottoms had bunched up into almost a thong, displaying a perfect, pale butt enhanced by major tanlines. Her ass swayed as she walked away, and I was sure it was for my benefit.
Kerri and I didn't say a word to each other for the next few minutes, just sitting there awkwardly. Finally, she got up and went inside. I couldn't tell if she was angry, though.
I followed her inside and, naive 18-year-old that I was at the time, just asked her, "Are you mad?"
"No," she said. "I'm just kind of surprised at myself that I almost let that happen. Whatever, it's over."
Or so we thought.
